In a daze, Sun Hang felt as though his perspective had been pulled high into the sky. But upon closer inspection, it seemed as if he was standing atop a tall tower. Below it lay a city built like a fortress, radiating an indescribable aura of deathly stillness.
Numerous birdlike aberrations resembling vultures circled overhead, their cries piercing his eardrums.
In the blink of an eye, the lead-gray sky above shattered like a broken mirror. The buildings below seemed to lose the earth supporting them and began plunging into a bottomless abyss of darkness.
Everything within his field of vision began to collapse. At the edges of that collapse, he could vaguely see countless "1s" and "0s." Like thin snow exposed to direct sunlight, those fragmented numbers flashed into existence before swiftly melting away into nothingness.
The next instant, the scene shifted, and Sun Hang's perspective abruptly appeared above a battlefield strewn with corpses.
A centaur several hundred meters tall stood in the center of the battlefield. Its entire body was covered in heavy armor, while the parts left exposed possessed a translucent texture somewhere between slime and a ghost.
"A spirit-type... aberration?" Sun Hang's gaze moved downward until he saw the centaur's four pairs of highly symbolic hooves.
Eight-legged Horse, Sleipnir, the mount of Odin, the Allfather of Norse mythology.
But the problem was that this thing was not a pure horse. Its upper body was clearly a fully armed giant, gripping an exaggeratedly large scythe in its hand—Odin's weapon was Gungnir, the Eternal Spear. As for scythes, aside from Cronus in Greek mythology and the Western Grim Reaper as later "given form," no god seemed to have used such a weapon.
So this was a special aberration produced through some kind of "mythological hybridization"?
Sun Hang shifted his